My 11-year-old wrote a poem the first week at school. I asked him if he would like to publish it on my blog (hoping my readers might indulge me this one time), and he accepted. I didn't help with a single syllable.
I am
I am caring and daring.
I wonder what the world would be like without electricity.
I hear the planets talking.
I see an alien space ship.
I want the world to be cleaner.
I am caring and daring.
I pretend to use the force.
I feel a castle made of chocolate.
I touch soft fluffy clouds.
I worry about my brother.
I cry about my grandfather’s death.
I am caring and daring.
I understand what laws mean.
I say all are equal.
I dream of inventing a new type of computer.
I try to help my friends.
I hope I will live for a very long time.
I am caring and daring.
- Paul
4 comments:
That's pretty insightful for an 11-year-old ... or for a 30-year-old.
That is wonderful. Truly wonderful.
Like mother like son. It must make you feel wonderful to see your talent passed along
Wow, I agee with the previous comment. Like mother like son. Your boys are terrific!
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